we could all use a little laugh today. Cute little joke
Little Bow Hunter
Around age 10 my dad got me one of those little badass compound bow beginnerkits. Of course, the first month I went around our land sticking arrowsin anything that could get stuck by an arrow. Did you
know that a 1955 40 horse Farmall tractor tire will take 6 rounds before itgoes down?
That got boring, so being the 10 yr. old Dukes of Hazard fan that I was, Iquickly advanced to taking strips of cut up T-shirt doused in chainsaw gas tiedaround the end and was sending flaming arrows all over the
place. One summer afternoon, I was shooting flaming arrows into a largerotten oak stump in our backyard. I looked over under the carport and seea shiny brand new can of starting fluid (Ether). The light bulb went off in myhead. I grabbed the can and set it on the stump. I thought that itwould probably just spray out in a disappointing manner. Letís face it,to a 10 yr. old mouth-breather like myself, (Ether), really doesn't "sound"flammable. So, I went back into the house and got a 1 pound can of Pyrodex(black powder for muzzle loader rifles).
At this point, I set the can of ether on the stump and opened up the can ofblack powder. My intentions were to sprinkle a little bit around the(Ether) can but it all sorta dumped out on me. No biggie, a 1 lb.
Pyrodex and 16 oz (Ether) should make a loud pop, kinda like a firecracker youknow? You know what? Screw that I'm going back in the house for theother can.
Yes, I got a second can of pyrodex and dumped it too. Now we're cookin'.
I stepped back about 15 ft and lit the 2 stroke arrow. I drew the nock tomy cheek and took aim. As I released I heard a clunk as the arrowlaunched from my bow. In a slow motion time frame, I turned to see my dadgetting out of the truck...OH SHIT! He just got home from work. Sohelp me God it took 10 minutes for that arrow to go from my bow to thecan. My dad was walking towards me in slow motion with a WTF look in hiseyes. I turned back towards my target just in time to see the arrowpierce the starting fluid can right at the bottom. Right through the mainpile of Pyrodex and into the can.
When the shock wave hit, it knocked me off my feet. I don't know if itwas the actual compression wave that threw me back or just reflex jerk backfrom 235 fricking decibels of sound. I caught a half a millisecondglimpse of the violence during the initial explosion and I will tell you therewas dust, grass, and bugs all hovering 1 ft above the ground as far as I couldsee. It was like a little low to the ground layer of dust fog full ofgrasshoppers, spiders, and a worm or two.
The daylight turned purple. Let me repeat this... THE FRICKINGDAYLIGHT TURNED PURPLE.
There was a big sweetgum tree out by the gate going into the pasture. NoticeI said "was". That son-of-a-bitch got up and ran off.
So here I am, on the ground blown completely out of my shoes with myThundercats T-Shirt shredded, my dad is on the other side of the carport havingwhat I can only assume is a Vietnam flashback:
ECHO BRAVO CHARLIE YOU'RE BRINGIN' EM IN TOO CLOSE!! CEASE FIRE. DAMNITCEASE FIRE!!!!!
His hat has blown off and is 30 ft behind him in the driveway. Allwindows on the north side of the house are blown out and there is a slowrolling mushroom cloud about 2000 ft. over our backyard. There is a
Honda 185 3 wheeler parked on the other side of the yard and the fenders aredrooped down and are now touching the tires.
I wish I knew what I said to my dad at this moment. I don't know Ė I knowI said something. I couldn't hear. I couldn't hear inside my ownhead. I don't think he heard me either... not that it would really
matter. I don't remember much from this point on. I said something, felta sharp pain, and then woke up later. I felt a sharp pain, blacked out,woke later....repeat this process for an hour or so and you get the
idea. I remember at one point my mom had to give me CPR and Dad screaming"Bring Him back to life so I can kill him again". Thanks Mom.
One thing is for sure... I never had to mow around that stump again, Momhad been bitching about that thing for years and dad never did anything aboutit. I stepped up to the plate and handled business.
Dad sold his muzzle loader a week or so later. I still have some sort ofbone growth abnormality, either from the blast or the beating, or both.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, get your kids into archery. It's gooddiscipline and will teach them skills they can use later on in life.